Teacher - Voyeur

The wistfulness dropped like an anvil, and all that was left was accusation and anger. “You’re choosing Kent over me?”

“No. You know I’m not.”

“I love you, Daniel. Be with me,” she pleaded almost desperately.

I ran a tired hand over my face. “Why don’t you come with us?”

“Because I don’t want to. I want to dress up and feel pretty and dance with my boyfriend. Please. Do this for me.”

“Sabrina, I can’t.”

Anger morphed her features into a snarl, and I braced myself. “Fine,” she shouted. “Fuck you. I’ll go with Kyle. Maybe I’ll even fuck him.”

Exhaustion wore down my patience. More and more, Sabrina ran scalding hot to freezing cold, and I struggled to keep up. Too often, I found myself putting everything on hold to make her moods less drastic, and right then, I was tired. Too tired to be anything but a selfish asshole.

“You know, what? Fine. Have fun.” I stormed out, not wanting her anger to grow until it crumbled to tears. I didn’t want to be there for the long drawn out ordeal.

“More water?” Charlotte, my bartender, asked.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Scrubbing a hand through my hair, I tugged at the strands as if trying to pull the memory out. Sabrina was always with me, but I tried not to think about her too much. But the more time I spent helping Hanna, the more and more the memories crept in. It was hard when their eyes were so similar.

Remembering how I let Sabrina down that night, just confirmed I was doing the right thing for Hanna. Maybe if I did enough for her, I could make up for all I did wrong before. I could balance my past mistakes with my future.

“Hey.”

Hanna’s soft voice among the music snapped my attention her way, and I was pretty sure my jaw hit the floor. She wore a long-sleeve, black wrap dress that cut almost all the way down to her belly button. My mouth watered at the curve of her full breasts, wondering how hard I’d have to tug on the fitted material before her nipple popped out. On top of that, it ended about six inches above her over the knee-high black boots.

“Jesus, Hanna.”

She stepped from foot to foot, pulling her arms in front of her. “Too much?”

“God, no. Honestly, you’re the sexiest woman in the room.”

Her nerves slipped away, only to be replaced by a stunning smile she did her best to hide under her teeth.

“Would you like a drink?”

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind getting started.”

“Eager?” I joked.

“Maybe a little.” She shrugged. “You’ve got me addicted.”

“Pleasure isn’t a bad thing to be addicted to as long as you’re safe about it.”

She bumped her shoulder with mine. “That’s why I have you.”

Her trust hammered away a little more of the distance I kept around my heart, creating a crevice to slide into.

“Well, we’re starting out here tonight,” I said, gesturing to the bar around us. Her eyes widened like saucers. “We’re not doing anything out here,” I soothed. “Just observing.”

She still looked wary but nodded. “I think I’ll take that drink.”

I got her a tequila and guided her to the lounge in the corner. You could find almost anything for your viewing pleasure back there. Brown, leather club chairs filled the space in little clusters. Close enough to hold a group, but far enough away that if a stranger wanted to come to enjoy the show, they wouldn’t intrude.

The club was called Voyeur because people came to watch, but some loved being watched too. Kent and I allowed exhibitionism as long as it remained tasteful and not obscene.

I found what I was looking for in the second grouping of chairs and guided Hanna to quietly sit without disturbing them. She sat stiffly on the edge of her seat, trying to not stare at the couple, but unable to stop from glancing their way over and over.

I leaned across the arms of the chair. “It’s okay to watch, Hanna. They want you to.”

The woman ground her hips down onto the man’s lap as they feasted on each other’s mouths. One of his hands gripped her long blonde hair, and the other was under her dress, palming her full breasts.

When the woman shifted to her knees between the man’s thighs, Hanna almost finished off her entire glass in one big gulp.

The woman’s head mostly blocked the man’s cock, but we could watch the man staring down at the woman’s mouth. We could watch the way his jaw ground tight, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

His groan floated across the space between us when the woman sank down and back up, picking up speed. Eventually, his hand dove into her hair and guided her pace.

Needing Hanna to understand what she was seeing, I leaned over again, brushing her hair aside to whisper in her ear. “She’s totally in control.”